In my junior year of high school, a boy invited me on a date. He rented a Redbox movie and prepared a pizza. We were watching the movie as the oven beeped so the pizza was ready. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “This is the worst part.” I then saw this boy open the oven and take the pizza out with his naked hands, rack and all, screaming at the top of his lungs. We didn't have a second date.